This past weekend, June 2-4, was unusual because Joel and I had something Friday night, all day Saturday and all day Sunday. It’s madness in our lives if we don’t take a few hours at home during the weekend to get some laundry done, sort through the clutter, and prepare in some way for the upcoming week. An example of this is today I’m not wearing a bra to work because none were clean. I’ll own it. I have no problem with it.
On Saturday, June 3rd, Joel and I attended the Edina Street Fair. It claims itself to be “Minnesota’s Top Art Fair.” We have gone before, so we knew the best way to have this adventure was to take the Shuttle Bus from a mall in Edina to a drop off spot at the end. It was incredibly hot for June, made it up to 87 degrees and no shade. So, we didn’t stay as long as we normally would. The ride back to our car on the shuttle bus proved to be fascinating.
2 women sat behind us. I’m not good with age, but I’d say early 70s and nothing about them seemed out of the ordinary.
Woman 1: “Well, you know, there really isn’t anything you can do or say when they are in that state.”
Woman 2: “I know you had the same problem. What was it that you did?”
Woman 1: “We went to counseling. After counseling, he was really different. All the problems seemed to go away.”
Woman 2: “So where would you like to go later?”
Woman 1: “I’ll have to see if I don’t have a better offer. But if I don’t, I’d like to stay close to home so I don’t have to call and schedule the dog walker.”
Woman 2: “We could just stick around White Bear Lake.”
Woman 1: “Yeah, yeah we could do that. Well you know, we could make an afternoon out of it, and we could go to Cosetta’s so I can get my supplies.”
Woman 2: “That sounds nice, but you know, you will have to check to see if you have a better offer.”
Woman 1: “You’re right.
Pause in Conversation. Woman 1 continues: “You know, you had a good long time with him.”
Woman 2: “Yes, 18 years, 2 months and 2 weeks.”
Woman 1: “And that’s a long time to have a dog. Too bad you didn’t have a chance to do counseling.
Woman 2: “Well, it was that last week where we left him home during our vacation and had ‘that girl’ come and take care of him.”
Woman 1: “Yeah ‘that girl.’ I would never let her take care of my dog.”
Woman 2: “When we walked in, oh the smell!”
Woman 1: “I can imagine.”
Woman 2: “Well he had just gone and done everything everywhere. And I had to say that was it. We put him to sleep, you remember, the day after we got home.”
Woman 1: “I know that was hard, but you had him a great long time.”
Woman 2: “Well, it did end up being convenient because we were going to re-carpet the house within the next month, and we didn’t want to deal with any pets anyway. It made the decision to put him down so much easier. You just give me a call when you find out if you have a better offer or not.”
Woman 1: “Well, I’m sure I won’t, but you never know.”
On Sunday, June 4th, Joel and I went to the 45th anniversary celebration of The Godfather. I have never seen the movie, and I thought it would be amazing to see it on the big screen. Plus, I couldn’t see a scenario where I would watch the three hours of The Godfather on dvd at home on a random Sunday. I will say it was the BEST movie I have ever seen.
However, the movie is long, and so about a half hour before the end, I got up to go to the bathroom. After I sat down, 2 women came in and took the two stalls next to me. I never saw what they looked like, only heard them:
Woman 1: “I met him when I was living in Brooklyn. That was waaaay back when he was running for his very 1st, I mean very 1st seat for the House of Representatives. Now, he was my Representative in my district, and so 3 separate times he came to my bus stop and shook my hand and did that whole campaigning stuff. So yeah, that’s my Chuck Schumer story.
Woman 2: “Do you want to hear my Chuck Schumer story?”
Woman 1: “Sure!”
Woman 2: “I don’t have a Chuck Schumer story; that’s my story.”
Woman 1: “You know all I really remember is how much hair he had at that time. Boy, did he have A LOT of hair. But you know he’s lost it.”
Woman 2: “Yeah, but he still has some”
Woman 1: “You’re right.”
Woman 2: “And really, that’s all that matters.”